Roast Parsnip Chips

Here's an idea: get a parsnip or two, scrub them up, slice them into chips (2-3" long, a wee bit less than 1/2" thick). Sprinkle them with some dried thyme (or oregano, or mixed herbs, as you like), a little salt and olive oil, mix them all around so they've a light coating of the oil, put them on a baking tray and roast them on gas mark 2 for an hour. Let them cool, put your feet up and have them with any kind of dip or condiment you like whilst watching telly, reading, blethering with a loved one, whatever. Goes well with Chardonnay. Much better than nibbles from bastard Asda.

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  1. ApprenticeFri Aug 26, 12:36:00 am BST

    Bastard Adsa? Shame you're taken, I'd ask you to marry me. Best blogpost of the whole month of August. And I read some good blogs.

    Game chips, they're called. Can do it with turnip, beetroot, any hard root veg. Posh people eat them with their pheasant, venison, spatchcocked pigeon, dahlink.

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  2. Garry NixonFri Aug 26, 09:46:00 am BST

    Indeed. And 'bastard' was me being polite.

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  3. ApprenticeSat Aug 27, 12:28:00 am BST

    Seaham Harbour is going to be Asda'd. Cry scream rant protest bigger better people than me have failed to stop it. And that's just in our microcosm. Whytf do we put up with this bull? When every other gorgeous small town is cashing in on 'heritage' and pretty, do we have to resort to f-ing shopping and call centres?

    But they're bastards anyway. Really. Walmart. Bastards. This just proves it.. bastards.

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